You don't come to a kings street and ask for his address ... the bowed heads of the slaves will show the path by themselves

In politics, the dead are never buried ... they are kept alive ... so that when the time comes, they can speak

When 100 moons will shine then it'll be a great thing ... since you've come this night will have some value

Things get left behind only when you leave them from your heart

If we have to do it, we have to do it

From where the policemen stop thinking ... Babu starts to think from there

Who is the king of Mumbai? ... Bhiku Mhatre

Achievements don't have a shortcut ... you just need honest intentions and a strong morale ... then no matter what, the cycle will one day reach its destination

In life there must be something or the other which should be the reason to stay alive

Life is like a strange road ... you never know when and with whom will you come across

No matter how big the genitalia become ... they always stay below the mentula

If you want good merchandize ... then you need to shed good money

The one who spits in the sky does not know ... that the spit in turn will fall on his face

They will get a firm response!

Consider a Punjabi dead only after the 13th day of his death

I will hit you with so many bullets ... that even your driver will become rich selling the empty boxes

I see that my friend is hiding ... and it seems like my heart is going to be destroyed

We will tell him and knock him out

Love goes away very slowly

You were a zero, are a zero, and you'll always remain a zero